I'm A Humble Guy, Okay?

When I Think Of God I Feel Like An Ant Crawling Into A Computer.

Commitment To A Plan Or Thought Carries With It A Force That Can Influence The Unconscious Mind And Bring About The Desired Effect. In Other Words, Once We Decide To Have Something, The Mind Unconsciously Begins To Create The Reality Necessary To Bring To Pass What We Desire.

As A Boy I Heard This Story In Church. A Man Was Patching A Pitched Roof Of A Tall Building When He Began Sliding Off. As He Neared The Edge Of The Roof He Prayed, "save Me, Lord, And I'll Go To Church Every Sunday, I'll Give Up Drinking, I'll Be The Best Man This City Has Ever Known." As He Finished His Prayer, A Nail Snagged Onto His Overalls And Saved Him. The Man Looked Up To The Sky And Shouted, "never Mind, God. I Took Care Of It Myself." How True Of Us.

I Am A Believer In Angels, Though Not The Picture-book Kind With Wings And Harps. Such Angelic Accoutrements Seem As Nonsensical To Me As Devils Sporting Horns And Carrying Pitchforks. To Me, Angel Wings Are Merely Symbolic Of Their Role As Divine Messengers.

Love Never Gives In Or Up, Holding Tight To Lofty Ideals That Transcend This Earth And Time, While Its Counterfeit Simply Concludes It Was Mistaken And Quickly Runs Off To Find The Next Real Thing.